Journal of C.F. Xavier
October 12th 2000
It would seem last night was slightly more eventful that I had been told. While I was busy catching up with correspondence, it would appear a little incident occurred in the kitchen. Late last night Robert came to my office to speak to me. Fortunately I was still awake. The young man confessed that while he was in the kitchen earlier he saw Jean and Ororo introducing some of the students to our new charge. He tells me he then proceeded to make a fool of himself and flirt with the new girl. Before he could say or do anything that may upset the young woman, Jean dragged him from the kitchen. I must say Robert was quite distressed, he knew what he did was poorly timed and he wanted to know if he upset the young woman. I told him I saw her when she was being shown her bedroom and that by all outward appearances she was about the same as she came to the mansion.
Robert was visibly relieved by this, and his rather self-recriminating telepathic projections dialled it down. I decided to break the sombre mood in the room by telling Robert a story. More specifically how the tale of how foolish young Charlie Xavier looked trying to ask out Kaitlin Bennett. I may have edited the story slightly for my own vanity, but I think the message was clear to Robert. We all make mistakes I told him as he was attempting not to laugh at my tales unfortunate conclusion. I suppose I can take a small wound to my ego if it removes that depressed foolishness I felt wafting across my desk telepathically. I was pleasantly surprised by Robert's own admission that 'at least I learned something'. Before he left he asked me if it would be alright to speak to the young woman again, merely as a friendly voice in the school. I told him that I cannot be certain of the young woman's state of mind, but that it may be beneficial to have a friend to talk to; even if she doesn't talk back. Robert left in a rather chipper mood.
Following up this morning I asked Jean why she did not tell me about the little incident in the kitchen. She was rather sheepish but in the end she told me she thinks she went a little overboard in trying to protect our mystery woman. I can understand that desire to protect more than most. I updated her on mine and Roberts's conversation the night before and she initially wished not to have Robert in the woman's presence. I explained that it may be beneficial to the woman. She appears young, and could easily be Roberts's age. Perhaps having someone talk to her of her own age group may make her more comfortable as we have already seen that being mutants put her at ease to mutter a few words to us. I think the woman may need associational bonds to be in place before she will open up. Perhaps I am being hopeful but maybe Robert being both a mutant and young will be enough association for her to feel comfortable. Jean tells me she understands my reasoning but wishes to remain nearby if Robert is to talk to her. I told her that would have been a given as much for Robert's safety as her own.
October 16th 2000
There is sadly little to write tonight. Our new resident is a difficult nut to crack indeed. So far she seems to respond better to Jean or Robert when they talk to her. Which is odd, because for the life of me they have no similarities; Jean is very professional and clinical. Whereas Robert's demeanour could be likened to a man holding a conversation with an imaginary friend in that he sits with her and speaks, and fills the silence not just by asking questions over and over; but by telling her about his day or some such mundane goings on. This is very perplexing; I cannot seem to find what makes this woman comfortable enough to speak her one word replies to Robert and Jean.
When it comes to my dealings with the woman, she is very tight lipped. She occasionally mutters a reply but otherwise remains silent. I asked her the other day if she would permit me to enter her mind telepathically but she just shook her head and then drew her knees to her chin and began rocking back and forth. I felt so guilty for even mentioning it. After Jean came and calmed her down she went to go get food as I sat writing up my preliminary analysis of the woman. And I must admit, I am at a loss. She at times appears social but quite and very reserved, but you can see her smile when Robert tells her a joke and you can see her nod slightly when he asks a rhetorical question. But then at other times she appears lifeless. Her eyes glass over and she remains unresponsive, no matter who is talking to her. There must be something triggering her. But for all the information those Canadian's gave me she may be deathly frightened of wood!
There is little to do but continue our sessions. I spoke to Rogue and Logan the other day and I told them we may have to ease off on their sessions to a weekly schedule. Logan was naturally concerned for Rogue but the pair understood. They told me that have seen the woman around the mansion and they have stayed away thus far. Rogue tells me she feels somewhat like the young woman is a 'ghost of Christmas future' of sorts. I told her that is simply not true. She replied by saying that the woman walking around could have been her or Logan if things had gone differently. I told her the circumstances are very different, but in the end agreed that if the young woman makes her feel uncomfortable she should give her a wide berth. Logan joked that he would have done so anyway, as he now considers talking to females without Rogue present a hazardous task. It is nice to see they have a sense of humour about their feral sides. If the look young Rogue was giving him was anything to go by, I don't see how less female contact is going to bother him. Ah to be young again. Well, I suppose Logan could very well be my grandfather, but the sentiment is still valid. I sit in a wheelchair, not a coffin.
AN: I know I did a Journal one recently, but no other point of view worked so here we are.